Black Skull needed slaves, more slaves!
When he saw the progress of the construction site was postponed day by day, Black Skull, who didn't want to waste more supplies, finally could not sit around longer. He gathered his subordinates early in the morning and rolled out in a dozen modified armored vehicles and several large trucks. Under the flag of Black Skull, they headed to the city.
With half of the subordinates gone, the rest of them wandered around the fortress as usual when they had nothing to do. If they saw a slave that did not please their eyes, they would kick them. If they had urges, they would take off their pants.
The time in Outpost Town was like heaven.
On the guard tower at the front door, two predators leaned their automatic rifles to one side with low-quality cigarettes in their mouth. They chatted as they passed the boring time on guard.
